There is a fire in her heart,
A passion, a powerfull soul.
Totally perpendicular to my being, my color
In the most spectacular way.
When I'm with her, my heart sores,
like victory
All my means of comprehension are renderd useless
As I struggle to uderstand so I can perdict my next move.
Such a rush is this totall lack of controll
As I masokistically desire more of this unique relation.
At totall lost of what to say or how to act
I am forced to be honest and myself to remain constant.
Wheiter or not this feeling is mutual
It's natural, and dose not necisarily ask for trust.
Folowing my desires, my only true santuary.
I ask to share space with such a beautiful being.
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